Star Wars: Jedi Adventures
Chapter 6
Rating: NC-17 / Slash (ff)

Bethany Handcuff

Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Although this is a stand alone story, please read Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage and Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar. Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email. (ahandcuffgirl at yahoo dot com)

There were sixteen slaves in the room, and Alema Rar didn't think there were any still out: four Twi'leks, eleven humans, and one Bothan. The Bothan shared a bed with two of the human girls, while the nine remaining humans slept five and four. Alema Rar wondered how regular these sleeping arrangements would be.

After the first few of her fellow slaves got up, Alema Rar followed suit. The refresher was large enough for four comfortably, and adequate for the five that they squeezed in. While they were using it, the Jedi noted the three obvious holocams, and two more not so obvious.

When Alema Rar came out, breakfast was awaiting them. It was much better than she had expected, better even that what they usually served at the Jedi Academy. During breakfast she did manage to find out that her bedmate, Number Thirteen, had been on board the longest, nine days. There was also another area where Schliebak kept his permanent slavegirls. Before she could find out much more, everyone started changing into tight, stretchy tops and shorts for the morning workout.

Sixteen shackled and hooded slavegirls were led to a gym. The slavers made little effort to disguise the route. Can't escape from slavery in the gym, now, can we, Alema Rar thought. Still, it meant she had seen virtually nothing on the ship that her owners didn't want her too.

Once the slaves were released from their binders and hoods, a middle aged, hard faced human woman led them in stretching. This was followed by a short warm up, and then an intense session of aerobics. Alema Rar had little trouble keeping up with the workout, but the heavy collar she was wearing did hamper her a bit.

The instructor was in fantastic shape for a woman her age. For any human. The slaves just did the aerobics, but she did them just as hard while yelling at the group. Alema Rar sensed five guards in the back, enjoying the slaves in their tight outfits bending and flexing. Once the cool down and stretches were complete, Alema Rar expected the guards to recuff them and take them back to the slaves' quarters. Instead the guards led them, without restraints, into a large adjacent gang shower.

Under the guards' watchful, and lusty, stare, the sixteen nubile slavegirls stripped down to nothing but their collars, chastity belts, and for the Twi'leks, their headdresses. Next, fifteen naked, sweaty, and smooth bodies, and one hairy one, crowded into the shower room. Alema Rar cleaned under her chastity belt, collar and horrible headdress as best she could.

When the Twi'lek finished cleaning herself and came out of the shower, she found out that the guards had taken away all their clothes, not that they had being wearing much to begin with. An Ishi Tib guard approached her with a pair of binders. Alema Rar meekly allowed him to place them on her wrists, behind her back.

Only the slaves that had come in the day before with her seemed surprised by the lack of clothing. One of the human slaves, a blonde with the number Twenty-Six on her collar, complained that the Bothan always took the longest, and made the rest of them wait in cuffs for her. Most of the other slaves ignored her, and didn't seem particularly bothered by the wait. Finally the Bothan emerged, apologizing to slaves and guards alike. After securing all the slaves, and hooding them, the guards led the coffle out of the gym.

The guards used the same route back to the quarters as they had to the gym. Alema Rar felt a bit aroused at being shackled, hooded, and naked. Then she got a subtle cue from the Force. One of the human guards had stopped and was waiting for her to pass by him. The Jedi pushed the other guards and slaves into the background and concentrated on the one human. She didn't feel any malevolence from him, but he did feel familiar to her as she approached him.

Darb. Since the Jedi was supposed to be a blind, helpless slave, Alema Rar didn't try to shy away as he reached out and pinched her on the nipple; hard.

Alema Rar screamed out under the hood, and tried to pull away while keeping up with the rest of the coffle. Darb held on, and twisted her poor nipple as he pulled her back into line. Almost without conscious thought, Alema Rar flexed her right leg, planning to deliver a devastating kick to his kneecap. Just as quickly, she remembered her role, and sat it back down, forcing herself to keep walking, and begging him to stop.

Laughing contemptuously, Darb walked alongside her and pulled her poor nipple down harder, pulling her along with it. In her effort to ease some of the pain, Alema Rar leaned down and forwards so much that she jerked the collar of the human slave behind her; nearly making the whole coffle fall.

Only then did Darb release her nipple, giving her a hard slap on the ass as he did. While the blood was rushing back into her nipple, Alema Rar sensed Darb slap two more of her fellow slaves on their butts.

Ever since the first electric shock from the heavy durasteel collar around her neck, Alema Rar had tried to track which of the slavers had a remote, every time they came around. It was great training anyway, for when she might need to neutralize them.

When the Ishi Tib guard handed his remote to Darb, Alema Rar prepared herself, and reached out with Force to learn the remote's operation. The rest of the slavegirls kept walking, blissfully unaware. The Jedi sensed Darb pick a collar number, a human's by the feel of it. Then he ran a finger over a dial, turning it down, and his thumb hit the activation button.

The poor human girl stumbled and gasped in shock and tried to reach up with her shackled hands to grab the collar around her neck.

“Oops, wrong one,” Darb commented, laughing.

Alema Rar sensed him pick another collar number and hit the remote again.

Another human, this one right behind Alema Rar, cursed and stumbled forward, bumping her hard in the back. Alema Rar heard Darb's laughter as the slavegirls struggled to maintain their footing as they pulled each other along by the collars.

“Faster, my little pussies!” Darb shouted at them, still laughing.

The Jedi sensed him adjusting the remote again, and then a small shock hit all the slave's collars. The group gasped, more in shock than from pain, and tried to move faster. Unfortunately for the slaves, running while blindfolded and shackled together is very difficult. They did manage to stay on their feet, thanks to Alema Rar and a few of the more sure-footed slavegirls. When the group was mostly sorted out, Darb shocked them again.

By now the slaves had realized that the shocks were mild, only meant to scare them. They stayed on their feet, and didn't pull one another down. Alema Rar stayed focused on Darb, and sensed him pass the remote back to the Ishi Tib. Then Darb leaned in close to him, whispered something to him, and walked off, still laughing.

Slaves galaxy-wide quickly learned that they awaited their masters, for however long their master desired. Schliebak's slavegirls had quickly learned that they stayed facing whichever direction they happened to be in, and looked at the floor while the guards were removing their hoods and restraints.

This time they were taken straight into their quarters and stopped. Then the slavers removed the hoods and the chain connecting their collars together, working from the front to the back of the coffle. Being a Jedi, Alema Rar sensed that something was amiss early on. She felt the slavers step out into the corridor as they finished with the hoods and chains, but they had left the binders on the girls' wrists. Alema Rar knew something different, and probably unpleasant, was about to happen. The last guard stepped out, and Alema Rar felt a sense of satisfaction, and amusement from them as the door closed.

Some of the other slaves seemed to have their own sense about the presence of slavers. As soon as they heard the 'whoosh' of the door closing, they started complaining about being left cuffed like they were. Alema Rar thought about trying to break the binders with the Force, but decided not to, because either she wouldn't, and could break her wrist or pull a muscle trying; or she would break the binders, and that would lead to some intense scrutiny of her by the slavers.

Instead of trying to break the binders, Alema Rar attempted to slip her hands out of the cuffs. Even with the Force as her ally, it was impossible. Several of the other girls saw her, and tried to slip their own cuffs. Alema Rar felt triumph from one of the human girls as she held her hands up in front of her, the binders hanging off one wrist.

One of the unsuccessful slaves got the idea to get some of the lotion from the refresher to make it easier to slip out of the binders. The free slave, Number Fifteen, retrieved it started applying the lotion to the wrists of the others. A few of the slavegirls were a little apprehensive about trying to free themselves.

Alema Rar was mostly concerned with getting some good, restrained sleep, although she didn't quite want to blurt it out. When Fifteen got to her with the lotion, she followed the frightened slaves' lead and told the girl that she didn't want to get into trouble by getting out of the binders. Instead, Alema Rar went to the Twi'leks' bed, and quickly went to sleep, cuffed securely.

After barely a wink, Alema Rar was awakened by five guards, including Darb, coming into the room. Her fellow slaves' fear was nearly palpable. The guards inspected each of the girls' binders. The nine that had managed to slip out of the cuffs were re-cuffed. Alema Rar felt several of them wince as the guards squeezed the binders much tighter than they had before. The guards also tightened the binders of the Bothan and one other human that had been unsuccessful in slipping out.

Before her short but fantastic nap, Alema Rar hadn't really paid much attention to which slaves were trying to get out of their binders. As the guards were roughly replacing them, she realized that it was mostly the human girls that had wiggled free. Only Alema Rar, along with one human, Twenty-Four, and two of the other Twi'leks, Eighteen and Thirteen, hadn't attempted to free themselves. The other ten humans, along with the one remaining Twi'lek and the Bothan, had hoods placed back over their heads, chained back together, and lead out of the room.

While her fellow shackled slaves discussed what would happen to their disobedient counterparts, Alema Rar crawled back into the bed and tried to get some sleep. She had barely dozed off before another group of guards came in and roused her back up. This time they chained and hooded up Alema Rar, as well as the other three slaves and led them out of the room.

Just like the trip to the gym, the guards made little effort to disguise the route they were taking. At first Alema Rar felt like they were returning to the gym, but she thought they went a couple of dozen meters past it before entering another chamber. When the guards removed her hood, Alema Rar saw that she was right.

The four slaves were in what appeared to be a medium sized dance studio, complete with a couple of comfortable looking Pouf Couches against the walls, with small tables in front of them. There were about a dozen shiny metallic poles scattered around the room at regular intervals. Along one wall were several large racks of clothing. Costumes for stripping out of, Alema Rar guessed.

A blue-skinned Twi'lek woman, about twelve years older than Alema Rar, was standing on a low stage on the far side of the room. Two more human guards, plus Darb, were relaxing on the couches.

Once the guards unlocked the chains connecting their collars, and freed their cuffed hands, the older Twi'lek instructed the slavegirls to each get a pair of high heeled shoes in their size from a rack on a wall. The instructor lightly tapped a thin crop against her thigh as the slaves went to retrieve their footwear. Alema Rar noticed the guards that had brought them in retreat to a separate observation booth in a corner as she found her size of shoes.

All the shoes were identical, perfectly clear wedge heels that rose to about fifteen centimeters in the back, and had about a three centimeter platform. The top of the shoes came to just below the girls' ankles. Perfect for dancing, Alema Rar thought as she sealed the shoes onto her feet. She felt satisfaction from the other slaves as they pulled their own shoes on.

The Jedi took a few practice steps, strutting in the new shoes. She was amazed at the comfort of them. She had expected cheap shoes that looked good but would be murder on the poor slaves' feet. These felt like she could dance in them forever. Maybe I'll get me a pair before I leave, Alema Rar thought.

Next, the dance instructor had the slaves each pick up a pair of thin black gloves, without fingertips. She explained that the gloves were made of a substance that would let them keep a firm grip on the poles, even if they were coated with oil or grease, or pussy juice. So I can grip round metal objects coated in pussy juice? These will be VERY useful, Alema Rar thought with a smile, as she pulled the tight fitting gloves on, the last centimeter of each blue finger sticking out of the end.

Just before they began, the instructor went to each of the Twi'leks and unlocked the horrible sleeves that their lekku had been trapped in. It felt wonderful as the synthetic nerfhide was slid away. Alema Rar felt like she would happily dance for whoever her owners wanted, as long as she didn't have to wear the kriffing sleeves. Thirteen and Eighteen were both as thrilled as she was to be free from them.

The slavegirls spent the next couple of hours practicing dancing. Each of the slaves had to perform a lap dance for one of the guards while they relaxed on the couches. Alema Rar was glad she didn't have to dance for Darb, especially when she heard several painful squeaks from the Twi'lek, Thirteen, that was chosen for that task. She did feel him glancing her way often, though.

The four slavegirls also spent plenty of time on the poles, and tables, changing costumes as they stripped out of them. Each of them, including Alema Rar, felt the sting of the crop more than once as the instructor observed them stripping and dancing for the pleasure of the guards. Alema Rar felt somewhat surprised the first time, because she knew from experience that she was very good at this sort of thing.

After what seemed like hours, the instructor ordered the nearly exhausted dancers to pair up, and perform a dance for the guards. Alema Rar quickly headed away from Darb, and picked up a fellow Twi'lek, Eighteen, along the way. The Jedi felt annoyance from Thirteen and the human, Twenty-Four, who were forced to danced for Darb. The Jedi could feel Darb keeping an eye on her as the human and Twi'lek began dancing for him.

Alema Rar could tell immediately that her partner was as talented as she was. The two spent the next twenty minutes dancing seductively for the two human guards. They spent nearly as much time making-out with each other as anything else, gently caressing their lekku together. Alema Rar could tell that the green-skinned Twi'lek was as turned as she was from the sensual stroking and kisses they shared. Soon they were spending more energy on each other's pleasure than the guards'.

The crraacckk of the instructor's crop on the back of Alema Rar's thigh brought her, as well as her partner, back to task. The two made up for their dalliance by dancing their way to the guards, and ending up straddling each of the guards and giving them a slow, open-mouthed kiss. As she pressed the front of her chastity belt against him, Alema Rar could feel the hard shaft trapped inside her, reminding her of her frustration.

Finally the instructor called an end to the session and ordered the girls to strip out of what was left of their costumes. The guards groaned and headed towards the door, Darb giving once last glance at Alema Rar as he left. Next, the guards that were observing from the separate booth put the binders back on their wrists, and much to the displeasure of the Twi'leks, the synth-hide sleeves back on their lekku. After they put the hoods back on the slavegirls' heads, they led them back to the slave quarters.

Once the guards removed the slaves' bonds and left, the four exhausted slavegirls went into the 'fresher to clean up. They briefly wondered where their fellow slaves where, and what was happening to them. None of them thought it was anything good. When they went back out into the main room, they found a message telling them to be dressed and ready to dance in an hour.

The four slavegirls each picked out one of the skimpy, diaphanous outfits that were in the closet, along with some of the super high heeled shoes that were there. Long used to heels like the ones that were provided, Alema Rar chose a pair of silver metal platform sandals that had heels at least fifteen centimeters high in the back.

About an hour and a half later, the four slavegirls were taken to another part of the ship, on a twisting, round-about route, and spent the evening entertaining and dancing for a large group of slavers. To the Twi'leks' delight, the synth-hide sleeves were removed once again. There were eleven other slavegirls present, who all seemed to be domestic servants. Alema Rar recognized several of them from Darb's ship. She felt bad for the two Twi'leks that were serving food and drinks, since they were still wearing their lekku sleeves. The claustrophobic human, Fifty-Two, was also a server.

Strangely, neither Schliebak nor Darb was in attendance. A couple of hours into the party, Darb appeared. Alema Rar could sense the air of menace that entered the room with him. She watched him scan the room, and felt his eyes stop on her. Less than a minute later, Alema Rar had her hands shackled behind her back, and found herself in a small adjacent room, alone with the slave runner.

The Twi'lek could tell that this room was for the slavers to have one or two slavegirls entertain them privately. The furnishings were a simple bed, with attachment points at all four corners, a comfortable-looking easy chair against one wall, a small round dining table with a couple more chairs, and a compact food conservator in a corner. The Jedi felt that many creatures had come to great pleasure, and a few to great pain, while in this room.

As he slowly circled her, Alema fought to contain the urge to strike. As much as she desired to make sure Darb never hurt anyone again, there was still the Hutt to kill, and she didn't even know where he was. Finally, Alema Rar came to grips with her current predicament. She was still a helpless Twi'lek slavegirl.

On the plus side, with the chastity belt in place she didn't have to worry having sex with him. Although sex with just about anyone would be pretty good right about now. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, Alema Rar merely flinched as he reached out towards her nipple. The red silk did nothing to protect it from his cruel pinch.

This time there was no moving coffle to take her out of his reach. Alema Rar winced, then begged him to stop. The urge to slam him against the wall with the Force was nearly overwhelming, especially when he pulled her close with the nipple for a kiss. Playing the part, she resisted a little, then eagerly returned the kiss.

Instead of easing up on her poor nipple, Darb reached up and pinched the other one. Using both, he pulled her down to her knees in front of him. Alema Rar knew what was next. He released her crushed nipples and started unfastening his pants.

Just like the man, Darb had a fat cock. A little longer than most, but definitely fat. Knowing her duty, the Twi'lek leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the stiffening dick. Alema Rar expected him to sit back on the easy chair and let her give him a leisurely blowjob, which she was more than willing to do, in spite of her dislike of him. Instead he grabbed the top of each of her lekku and held her head still while he harshly fucked her face.

It wasn't like she had never been face fucked before. It was the pointlessly cruel way he did it. His emotions were easy to feel. There wasn't the slightest bit of interest in her pleasure. He squeezed her lekku, and seemed to be getting more excited the more pain she was in, thrusting harder and faster.

At least ten painful minutes had passed since the human had started fucking Alema Rar in the mouth. Once again she had to resist the urge to retaliate. Like by biting. Finally she felt his cock tense. As he shot his bitter load down her throat, Darb pulled hard on both of her lekku, holding her face tight against his hairy stomach.

The combination of her nose pressed into his stomach and him pulling on her sensitive lekku nearly caused Alema Rar to pass out. Only with the help of the Force did she stay conscious.

When Darb finished his orgasm he roughly shoved the kneeling and shackled Twi'lek away. Alema Rar landed on her back, her cuffed hands smashed between the floor and her chastity belt. She was still trying to get Darb's enormous load of foul tasting cum out of her mouth. Swallowing seemed to be the quickest way, although plenty ran out the sides of her lips and down her chin.

As she regained her breath, Alema Rar wondered how a human could produced such a horrible tasting substance. She had tasted the sexual fluids of more beings than she could count, of several sexes and dozens of species. Only Sullustans and Wookiees had anything this gross. Lying on the floor, trying to get the bitter taste out of her mouth, Alema Rar was caught completely by surprise when Darb hit the remote and shocked her.

Alema Rar clenched her teeth in pain as the shock hit her. He held the button several seconds, while she writhed on the floor. Finally, he let go.

“Get up, you frakking cunt!” he screamed at the helpless Twi'lek.

Getting up off the floor with your hands cuffed behind your back and wearing high stiletto heels is quite a challenge for most Twi'leks, not to mention humans. Alema Rar, however, had had plenty of practice at this. Unfortunately, she was still recovering from the collar's shock.

“Now! You lazy slave!” he yelled again, as she had barely begun to get off the floor.

Still disorientated from the shock, Alema Rar struggled to get her feet under her as Darb leaned over, grabbed the D-ring on her collar, and yanked her to her feet.

The Twi'lek was still in no position to fight back. With his fingers still holding the D-ring, she felt something familiar press against her parted lips. She opened her mouth, and felt cool, hard synth-rubber being thrust in. Where'd that come from? Alema Rar wondered as she felt the thick strap tightened behind her head. Just as she noticed the other straps hanging from the gag, Darb pulled another strap up over her head, pulled it between her lekku, and locked it to the first strap. Then he tightened the last strap underneath her chin.

While the gag was being strapped into her mouth, Alema Rar was remembering the initial shock from the collar with the Force. The charge had started from the left side of the collar, directly underneath the big black number two. Since the last time she had been shocked, Alema Rar had been wondering if she could disable the collar with the Force. Now that she knew where the control circuit for the collar was, she didn't have to worry about how many slavers had remotes.

Meanwhile, Darb had finished locking her new harness-gag around her head. The hard synth-rubber cock now strapped into Alema Rar's mouth was several centimeters longer than Darb's fat cock. Experienced with wearing gags, Alema Rar quickly caught her breath and settled down.

With his hand still under her collar, Alema Rar followed as he pulled her to the door leading back out into the main dance hall.

“The gag stays in until I remove it, slave. Understand?” Darb asked her as she stepped through the doorway.

“Frakk you,” Alema replied, as she nodded her head in agreement. The gag rendered her speech incomprehensible, and she dropped her gaze submissively to the floor. She sensed a flash of satisfaction from him as he pushed her away, leaving her hands shackled behind her back. The Twi'lek stumbled a few steps before she regained her balance. By the time she had, Darb was tracking another slavegirl, a human.

Poor Fifty-Two was Darb's new target. She was facing away from him, serving drinks to a couple of lounging slavers and slaves. Alema Rar watched him walk up behind her like a predator stalking its prey. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her by the back of her hair, making her drop the last drink onto a blonde human slave.

Without a word, Darb turned and started dragging her back to the room that he and Alema Rar had just been in. The bound and gagged Jedi wanted to help Fifty-Two. Another thing that she needed to do was to get shocked again, so she could pay more attention to the control circuits inside the collar. Alema Rar was about to step in front of Darb, hopefully to make him shock her, when she felt a strong hand on her upper arm.

Alema Rar turned her head to see a young human slaver behind her, and felt him gently pulling her out of the way. Next she felt him release the binders that were on her wrists.

“Want me to take off that gag?” he asked her once her hands were free.

Of course I do. What kind of stupid question is that? She shook her head no, remembering Darb's orders like a good slave.

“Ah, so you're a bondage freak then?” he replied with a big grin.

Well yes, but that's not the point, she thought with mild annoyance.

“That's great. I am too,” he said like they were having a normal conversation in a cantina somewhere. “But I enjoy bondage a little differently. I like to do the cuffing.”

Alema Rar was amazed to see him actually blush, BLUSH, when he said this. Like he was some shy human flirting with a girl that he had a crush on.

She felt the fear of the claustrophobic slave, Fifty-Two, as Darb abused her in the room.

The young slaver paused a moment as he finally looked closely at the gag. “Oh, I guess I couldn't have taken it off anyway,” he chuckled. “Anyway, I guess that's why I joined up with Darb's crew. Plenty of opportunities to slap the binders on beautiful slavegirls such as yourself.”

Now Alema Rar felt herself blush at the compliment, in spite of the current situation. She didn't think he noticed. It was a lot harder to spot a Twi'lek blushing than it was to spot a human. Still, he seemed like a nice enough guy. Maybe if he lived through this she would take him to one of the bondage clubbs that she frequented.

This was the problem with going on these sorts of missions. It was easy to see the evil from afar, study it, and plan its destruction. But when you got in close, you found out that the big evil guy always has a lot of not-so-evil people working for him. Who sorta become collateral damage. The Jedi felt a spike of anguish as Darb did something particularly painful to Fifty-Two. Alema Rar tried to ignore the smaller room, since she couldn't do anything about it right now.

“I'm saving up to buy my own slave. We get to play with them before Darb and Schliebak sell them, but they always have one of those kriffing chastity belts on,” he said, shaking his head slowly at the unfairness of the situation.

I'm the one wearing the vaping thing, you nerfherder, Alema Rar thought, as she made sympathetic noises to him. Still, it was no surprise that even a relatively new slaver would be concerned with his own problems to the exclusion of the slaves that he was trafficking.

“When you get that gag unlocked, come see me. I'll let you give me a blowjob, babe,” he told her, as if that were her whole point in life.

Smiling through the gag, she nodded her head in agreement, and ran her hands down his muscular chest to his crotch. It never hurt to enamor oneself with a slaver, and there was always the chance that it could lead to major mistakes later on.

“As matter of fact, I have something for you to do now,” he said as he turned her away from him and put the binders back on her wrists. Next he led her to an empty spot on a couch, where he sat down, and patted the seat next to him. Alema Rar settled down, her cuffed hands easily sinking into the thick padding. Her 'date' called for a drink, and turned to ask what she wanted before remembering that she was gagged. The Jedi sat quietly bound and gagged while the young slaver talked about himself between eating and drinking.

Perhaps being gagged was just what Alema Rar needed. She calmed herself, and gently prodded him with the Force to talk about things that she needed to know. Like how many guards Schliebak usually had around him, and how often he watched new slavegirls dance for him.

Alema Rar wasn't able to pay as much attention as she should have to Nyk. She kept getting distracted by the terror coming from Fifty-Two. Still, she managed to catch the talkative slaver telling her that Schliebak usually watched the holocams for dancers, then gave them a personal try out.

The door to the side room opened and the Twi'lek looked over in time to see Fifty-Two being shoved out by a laughing Darb. The bastard had put a tight-fitting nerfhide hood over her head. Alema Rar didn't see any eye holes; she must be completely blinded. The Frakker must have figured out that she was claustrophobic, a seething Alema Rar thought.

It took Darb all of thirty seconds to pull another slavegirl, a human again, into his little playroom. Most of the slavers still in the main room didn't seem to inclined to try to take the hood off the panicking Fifty-Two's head. Then Alema Rar spotted the small lock on the back of Fifty-Two's hood, just like the ones on her own harness-gag. Finally a couple of the slavers stepped in, before she started to hyperventilate. The younger of the two muttered a curse as he knocked on the door of Darb's room to get the key.

The wave of gratitude from Fifty-Two was enough to make Alema Rar thankful, for something or another anyway. Quickly taking advantage of the situation, the older of the two slavers led the grateful server off into another side room. Some of the other slavers came over and convinced Nyk to unlock Alema Rar's binders so she could dance for them.

Eventually the slavers started drifting out. Darb was one of the first, but only after he terrorized a total of eight slavegirls in his little hole. Most of them he physically pushed out with some sort of restraints, besides the collars and chastity belts that the slavegirls were all wearing anyway. Alema Rar barely noticed his departure, other than it was easier to concentrate on dancing for the slavers without the undercurrents of fear and pain.

Finally, a group of still sober slavers came in and separated the dancers from the servers. Alema Rar hoped that one of the slavers would unlock the kriffing cock-gag that was strapped into her mouth, but wasn't really expecting it. They did lock the nerfhide sleeves back onto all the Twi'leks' lekku, though. While the servers started cleaning up the mess that was left, the four exhausted slavegirls were coffled together, and led back to their quarters, with Alema Rar still securely gagged.

The eleven slavegirls that had tried to slip out of their binders were in the room when Alema Rar and her companions arrived. The Jedi felt out with the Force, and sensed that they were not seriously traumatized by whatever punishment they had received for disobedience. Once the four dancers were released from their bonds, they quietly went into the refresher to get ready for bed. The other three slaves were too exhausted to talk, as was Alema Rar, not that she had a choice with the gag. Since she didn't have to spend the time to clean her teeth, she was the first one out of the refresher.

As she approached the bed Alema Rar realized that there were already two Twi'leks in it. Since there were still two in the 'fresher, that meant that they had picked up some new roommates. Alema Rar reached out with the Force and detected two new humans, plus the new Twi'lek. There were also four of the other slaves, all humans, missing. Oh yeah, there were twelve of 'em, Alema Rar thought. How'd I miss that? Shrugging her shoulders, Alema Rar climbed into bed.

Minutes later, the other two Twi'leks came out of the 'fresher and crawled into bed as well, waking up their new bedmate. They all had to shift around a bit to make room for the extra body. And a sexy body at that, Alema Rar thought as she brushed a hand down the new girls flank, clandestinely checking to see if she was wearing on of those evil chastity belts. To the Jedi's disappointment, her fingers found hard durasteel.

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